I'm Mr banana,
My wife wants to split.
It gets colder each second,
It's making me sick.
She told me she hates me,
she's really no good.
I'm starting to brown,
Like pieces of wood.
She's yellow,
she's perfect,
She'll last longer than me.
Our owner at purchase,
will get rid of me.
At least I'll live long,
As I mold into old.
While Mrs. yellow banana,
Gets eaten up whole.
As I looked up,
our owner arrived.
Right next to us,
With a big slice of pie.
I looked to my side,
And I see her split free.
she screamed oh I hate you,
This split couldn't be.
Our owner,
He placed her,
on top of the pie.
Stuffing ice cream and cherrys,
right by her side.
She said,
I love you,
You really weren't bad.
My owner took a chomp,
As he threw me in a bag
I couldnt believe,
what she just did.
She made me turn brown,
so that I could live.
I'll never forget her,
So yellow, and sweet.
The life of a banana,
Bon Appétit.
